OK, where were we? Oh, right, kissing Steve Buscemi's doppelganger. Good thinking.
Before I knew it, kissing turned into making out (we went past 1st base - I know, I'm a floozy). We were in Q's room, on his bed, fooling around. He started moving downward and then made a move I've never experience before.
He pushed up my pant legs. Confusing? Yes. I had no idea what the hell was about to transpire. Hadn't heard of the ol' pushin' up the pant leg trick.
He stared at my legs like it was Thanksgiving and he scored dark meat turkey leg. It was slightly off-putting, to say the least.
Q was kissing my calves and making his way to my feet. Yes, the same feet that had walked the streets of Manhattan all day in flip-flips about 3 cm thick. Then, like a kid with a lollipop, Q popped my big toe in his mouth and started SUCKING.
I froze. Aside from the fact that this creeped me out on a larger scale, I am one of the most ticklish people I know - particularly my feet (ask anyone who has sat through a pedicure with me).
He kissed my arch. Moved on to smaller toes and then the other big toe.
"Ha - ahhh, I don't think you should do that..." There is no guide or how-to book for telling someone to please not slobber on your feet.
"Why not? You have sexy feet." Great - guy with a name so weird I can't come up with a nickname also has a foot fetish.
"Oh. Thank you. Actually, I think it's a little dangerous."
"Why's that? It turns me on."
"Well, I might kick you in the face - I'm really ticklish."
"You haven't kicked me in the face yet..." he said as he literally licked between my toes.
"Oh. No. No you can't do that. I am going to seriously like, kick your face and knock some teeth out."
He made the move back up to kiss my mouth. There was no way in hell that was going to happen. No. Way. In. Hell.
"I think the booze is starting to hit me. I'm pretty tired," I lied.
"Well at least sleep over."
"Nah, I'll probably head home."
"Come on, just stay over. I will keep my hands to myself." Uhh and you better give Scout's Honor that your mouth won't touch my feet again.
After a few more back and forths, I fell asleep.
At 9:00 AM Q's alarm goes off.
After learning that his housekeeper was on her way over, I told him I had to go.
"I'm really glad I met you. You're the first person I've been interested in since my last relationship."
"Yeah, it was fun." Weirdo.
"I mean, to think my ex-girlfriend moved out only 10 days ago and now I've met a great girl..."
"Yeah, I'm a lucky guy."
Not that lucky.
I got a few texts from him asking to hang out - which I declined. Then one letting me know he was moving to London for a while. I wished him luck.
Two months later (about a month ago), he cropped up, announcing he is back in New York and would like to pick up where we left off...
He's pretty persistent - no second date - but still sending texts to grab a beer and a hockey game. In fact, heard from him just yesterday.
I think he pushed me to the point that I am breaking my "at least 2 dates" rule. If toe-sucking is going to be part of foreplay, I think I have to pass...